#Talk about jarring oml

[base0h]

Yo I got this idea from your pickle fic you did a couple months ago.

Monster trio,law and kidd super gluing a pickle jar and ask their s/o to open it and to their surprise their s/o opens it without any problems

I love your crack fics so much

Please and ty

a/n - I’m so glad you like my humor because sometimes I feel like I’m so unfunny 😂💜 oml kidd would break the jar (also I can’t fit all of the characters so I had to omit Sanji 😭😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - I bully Kidd, crack, g/n reader

- Bro thought that maybe he could troll you back since he couldn’t open the pickle jar a couple days ago (he’s still depressed, so no one talks about it) y’all just pretend it never happened

- zoro: hah! Remember that time when you couldn’t open the-

- everyone: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

- luffy: huh?

- poor zoro 💀 he didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to talk about it since they left him at the previous island

- He was all tightening the pickle jar with the glue, giggling and kicking his feet just imagining you not being able to open it like him, so you’d be embarrassed like him. (He’s evil, beware)

- he skipped over to you and handed you a pickle jar, “Hey y/n, can you open it for me while I go grab something to eat?”

- you nodded, grabbing the pickle jar and opening it with ease. Huh, that’s weird, why would Luffy ask you to open it?

- he had such a big mischievous grin when he came back and then when he saw the pickle jar sitting next to you, the cap right next to it, oml he freaked out

- “HUH? HOW DID YOU OPEN IT-?!”

- “What do you mean? It was super loose.”

- ….

- nah he’s dead now watch him go sob in the corner

- man was sobbing for about an hour or two before Sanji was able to feed him some meat to make him stop crying. Has ptsd with pickle jars now- and you felt bad so you gave him a jar for him to open (you could’ve opened it but you wanted to make him feel tough and strong 💜💜)

- “Luffy, I just can’t open this thing, can you open it?”

- The way his eyes lit up and he just RAN to help you, “MHM! Sure!”

- opened it without a problem and puffed his chest out, crossing his arms, “Shishishi~ I’m strong!!!!”

- “You’re the strongest captain ever! King of the pirates! Roger wishes he was you!!!” -you

- He was giggling, flexing his muscles and all lmfao

- man Luffy is lucky to have you as his personal best cheerleader 💜💜😭

- oh nah, the prank you did on him did not end well 💀 man literally blew up and poor killer had to just sit there in the midst of his explosion (his mental health was harmed in the process of this)

- things chilled out after you managed to give him a hug and some cuddles and coaching him through calming breaths (he does yoga to relax you can’t convince me otherwise)

- Kidd the yogi ���💀💀

- So he decided that it’d be absolutely hilarious to do the same pickle jar prank on you bec he’s an asshole and a dumbass

- Idk how he did it, but he spent all night formulating and researching which glue was the best until he just decided to weld it shut

- “Kidd what are you doing?” -killer

- “Go to bed killer.”

- stfu Kidd don’t be mean to your best friend 💀

- fast forward to the time of the prank, he handed you the jar with a literal shit eating grin on his face, bro could not stop giggling (sounds like a fucking clown. And I don’t mean in a good way.)

- “Why are you giggling..?” -you

- “No reason >:)”

- You opened it, continuing to watch your show on the tv, handing it back to him. There was a moment of silence that lasted about 5 minutes. He was not moving, blinking, nor breathing for that matter. Killer walked by the room, and took a picture before walking away 💀

- man just started yelling outta nowhere, scaring the literal shit out of you

- “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!” -Kidd

- “WHAT THE FUCK KIDD?!” -you

- “HOW DID YOU FUCKING OPEN IT?”

- “IT WAS FUCKING LOOSE.”

- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WELDED THE FUCKIN THING SHUT!”

- “…..”

- “Why the fuck did you weld it shut you dumbass?” -you

- he beat you up (correction) you beat him up for even trying to beat you up

- he didn’t seem that affected by your prank earlier but trust me, he’s crying on the inside, praying to corazon and asking: why tf am I so fucking weak

- after you told him it was just a joke he was pretty mad and ignored you for about a day (before he just couldn’t ignore the love of his life anymore😂)

- but yeah lesson learned, don’t do it again

- well he thought it’d be funny to do it to you since it made him so irritated (he will not admit that and will tell you that Bepo made him do it or something like that)

- the hardest part for him was asking you for help because anytime he does you get all smirky and say: “ooooo you need my help??? 😏”

- “never mind I don’t.”

- “NO- IM SORRY ILL HELP!”

- so yeah he was a bit nervous about asking you- but he had to do it lmao

- “Y/n-ya, can you open this for me?”

- “Sure.”

- you literally opened it in seconds, you didn’t even struggle.

what the fuck?

- “Y/n. How did you open that?..”

- “It was loose, did you loosen it?”

- “…….I’m gonna go to bed now.”

- “it’s 2pm!”

- “I’m. Going. To. Bed.”

- went straight to his computer to look up

- “Is my s/o a demon?”

- “what is the strength level for opening glued shut pickle jar”

- “911 marine hq”

- “counseling hotline”

- “can glue expire?”

- “am I weak?”

- Zoro was still pretty mad that he couldn’t open the jar last time, so he’s added, “opening pickle jars for y/n, 20 reps, 2 sets, give pickles to Luffy.”

- his workout page looks like a Barbie notebook you cannot tell me otherwise

- everything is pink and neon green 💀

- anyway, mayyyyybe Luffy convinced him to do the same prank on you because Luffy kept laughing at him about it, poor moss head’s self esteem was a bit low now 😭

- So he grabbed a jar, glued the damn thing shut and went over to you (took a while because he could not find you)

- “hey y/n. Can you open this for me? I’m gonna go train.”

- “Sure.”

- he hid behind the corner, watching as you took the jar and paused, continuing to read your book before opening it with ease, putting it back on the table next to you

- man was flabbergasted.

- how the actual fuck did you do that?????

- “Zoro??? What do you want me to do with the jar?!” -you

- His plan to hide out behind the corner was ruined the moment Luffy came over and fucking said hello to him

- “Oh hey zoro!! Whatcha doin?”

- “SHUT UP!”

- “huh?”

- You turned around to see Zoro trying to shut up poor Luffy who literally wanted to just say hi 😭

- “Zoro what are you doing?? I opened the jar, is it for Sanji’s meal?”

- “….Yeah just- give it to him.”

- he looked sad, it was painful for your heart

- imagine getting stabbed, then reading something sad, listening to sad music, and then realizing. You’re sad.

- that is what this felt like

- you tried your best to comfort him (even though you didn’t know why he was sad) so you watched him train and you sat on his back while he did pushups. Seemed to make the poor guy feel better, but you still didn’t know why he was so sad in the first place :’)

a/n - poor zoro

[sparklingcid3r]

Do you ship cherry and sodapop? If you do, what hcs do you have for them

yk i didn’t think much of this ship when i saw it floating around and then i got nice and cozy under my blanket and it hit me like a bullet to the skull, i was jumping around banging the wall just being an actual freak for them. idek what happened

so yeah i’ll live and die on the cherry cola train

- They are exactly the person the other needs, and exactly the opposite of the partner that broke their heart

- Cherry needs someone who will see her and love her for who she is, who’ll listen to her when she talks and look at her like she hung the moon and the stars

- Soda needs someone who wants to love and be loved, who isn’t afraid of things getting tough and who will entertain his less serious side

- Two-Bit and Marcia are the ogs, but Cherry and Soda omg they’re so “Uptown Girl”

- Soda is obsessed with Cherry’s hair. He loves everything about it. Anytime they’re standing next to each other, he’s twirling it in his finger, playing with it, braiding it

- When they’re cuddling, Soda absolutely will be putting his face in Cherry’s hair because he thinks it smells so good

- Even though Soda’s dropped out, when he doesn’t have a shift they’ll make plans for him to pick her up after school so they can go on walks through nature trails

- Soda tends to go too fast because he likes being on the move and getting to their destination while Cherry likes appreciating the nature they see on the way

- Cherry loves how brown Soda’s eyes are. He says they’re boring and not as cool as her green ones but what she doesn’t tell him is that when her and her girls go on beach trips, she’s collecting little rock’s and shells that remind her of his eyes and putting them in a little cork jar tied with a ribbon

- In a perfect world, Two-Bit, Marcia, Cherry, and Soda go on double dates

- Absolutely Soda and Cherry are that couple that get one milkshake and two straws

- But they both end up getting one more for themselves anyway. They were disappointed at how awkward and unromantic it actually was

- Modern cherry cola would eat up all the romantic tiktok trends. Finding jewels at Michael’s that match each other’s eye color and making bracelets, slow dancing in the snow to “Until I Found You”, setting up their camera on the ground and making hearts with their hands to have a lockscreen, oml i’m so single

- More on that, it’s Soda recording Cherry in a white dress running down the shore to “Ceilings”

- Back to the 60s—they love exchanging music. Cherry gave Soda her records of Brenda Lee and Frank Sinatra to listen to and Soda lent her his only Chuck Berry and David Bowie records

- When Cherry’s parents were out of town, she invited Soda over and they didn’t even do anything like both their friends teased them about. They put Elvis on the record player and danced around all day. When they came back from the grocery store, they put him right back on and started baking cookies

- The Valances have a beagle that loves Soda more than anyone. You’d think she was about to fly away with how hard her tail was wagging when he walks through the door. Soda will roughhouse with the dog and she loves it because other than her walks, she doesn’t get to do much in the house

- Inevitably Cherry asked him to actually meet her parents. Soda was less than thrilled, but agreed

- It killed him when he had to ask Darry for help getting ready to have dinner with her parents. He wanted to make a good impression but didn’t know how to style his hair. He just remembers all the times he clowned on Darry for doing the same thing

- Darry has mixed feelings about the relationship, mostly because he doesn’t want to see Soda get hurt the way Paul hurt him, and absolutely prohibits Cherry from being over unless he or Pony is in the house too. In his head it’s to prevent another Sandy incident. At the very least, if Cherry is someone Soda’s as serious about as he was Sandy, then he’s using protection, no exceptions

- Soda starts wearing a bigger jacket like Dally’s when the weather gets cold in hopes that Cherry will say she’s chilly and Soda can give it to her. He just wants to see her wearing his jacket he’s so down bad

- Cherry’s absolutely NOT any better. She purposefully left her coat in her house and only wore a cardigan just so that she could say she’s cold and get Soda’s jacket for the day

- As much as she’d love to keep it, she knows he actually needs the jacket back for the winter since she doesn’t know if he can afford to buy another one

- It helps them have all those romantic moments all over again, so it’s absolutely a win in her book

- They both love to hum. When it’s quiet and just the two of them, Soda will start humming the start of a duet and stop so that Cherry can hum the woman’s part. They’ll get so into it that they might as well just start singing, they’re clearly just singing with their mouths closed

god i need fanfic about them fr

[shalomniscient]

Hihi sev that sevchino lore WAS TASTYY AAA childhood frens to eventual lovers RARRRR good food, we love some scary dog X scarier boss honestly. I'm curious how does Lyney, Lynette and Freminet first react to arle showing such a different side and what's your dynamic with the kids? -☕

HELLO ☕ ANONNN !! this is such a sweet (but also. surprisingly difficult?? IN A GOOD WAY) ask oml im in love <333 a little long so i'll keep this utc

the fontrio admittedly are a little surprised at first. like they know arlecchino cares for them, in her own way, but to see her so... domestically soft gives them a little bit of whiplash. lyney works with arle often, as her successor, so wherever arle goes he also goes. one time, he's in arle's home office and 3-year old estelle wanders into the office in the middle of a meeting she's holding with a few other agents, and lyney is about ready to just whisk estelle away before arle just reaches down and pulls her into her lap ?? and continues with the meeting like nothing happened ?? arle is talking about destabilizing a foreign organisation all while her daughter is just kinda sitting there toying with that one extra long strand of hair on the side of her face. it's certainly jarring, but in the end lyney finds himself happy that his youngest sister is so adored by their father.

lynette and freminet are kind of the same, in that they expect arle to be upset or irritated if her work is disturbed, especially when estelle starts crying. the first time estelle cries while arle is doing work, lynette and freminet immediately get a little worried; father has always hated the sound of children crying. but instead of getting annoyed or asking one of them to take estelle and settle her down, arle soothes her daughter herself until she calms down and settles once more. arle's reactions to estelle primed them for when noé was born, so they aren't surprised by her softness by then.

as for MY dynamic with the kiddos........ i honestly haven't thought to much about it. estelle is her father's daughter first and foremost. arle lets her get away with a LOT that she wouldn't get away with from me, like skipping on eating her got damn vegetables. honestly, arle indulges her way too much LMAO

"arlecchino, you can't feed the toddler steak tartare."

"it's on toast, she'll be fine"

"THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS ??"

not to say estelle and i aren't close, ofc. but she mostly comes to me when she's older for help with things like studies and assorted Girl Talk, the kind you only get in the kitchen when no dads or brothers are around. i don't really know how to describe it honestly LOL i think i'd bond most with estelle over food, teaching her how to make stuff, that kind of thing. something about the kitchen and women/girls in my life is so sacred to me truly...... i could not explain even if you asked

as for noé, he was attached to me from the start. despite how i come off online, in person i'm. not really that loud unless with specific company, and neither is noé. he is very tactile though, despite his wet cat behavior, and would always want to be held by arle or i. so most of the time me & noé bonding time is us lying down in bed or on the couch doing our own thing but close to each other yk? he kinda phases out of it when he's older but it's right back to wordless hugs if he ever gets too overwhelmed at times

[sunnydayroleplay]

hii bestie~ i need something. with your last/recent post, you truly broke my heart you manipulative monster >:) how could you torture me so. Soooooo~ To make up for it, I need wholesome Joseph content! W h o l e s o m e . Thank you! Have a great day.

Hi Sally baby~ I got you, I was so mean to you last night with all my manipulation, and I outta make up for it, how dare I. But again where's the fun in wholesome if I haven't scarred you enough?

I hope your day is horrible. :) (I'm kidding, I won't do anymore angst) Wholesome Joseph content it is~ This fic includes: Joseph showing you off like a beloved jewel, going out for a nice dim lit dinner, dancing underneath the spot light. Just in general nothing NSFW. Other than cursing. And suggestive jokes. Oml some NSFW. Joseph had asked you if you could pick him up after work. You said yes. Right before he walked out of the front door you kissed his cheek, and said your goodbyes and 'I love you's'. Joseph pulled you in by your waist, and kissed your lips delicately before departing away. You lounged about in your house, doing whatever. Someone broke into your work yesterday, so management decided to close down for the rest of the week to clean up and repair the mess. You needed the break so you didn't complain much about it. Whilst at your home you read a book, wrote a list on things to do the next day and all your weekly chores. Really, you didn't do much until Joseph's shift ended. As you were grabbing your keys off the table and putting your shoes on, you saw a note conveniently sitting next to your keys. The note read: Wear something nice, I have something planned. -Love Joseph❤ It was so cheesy, but it was nice. You place the note back down on the table, and walk into your room to change out of the clothes you had been in for majority of the day. You picked out one of your more fancy clothes compared to the ones you just thrifted for 2.99. These were rather expensive, and you didn't wear them often, if at all. Finally they could be put to good use. You put on the clothing, and pick out some pieces of jewelry to go with the occasion. Necklaces, earrings, pant chains, rings..whatever you wanted. You walk out of your bedroom and into your bathroom, where you grabbed a brush and a few other items, and styled your hair to your liking. Now you look like the model here. As you finally decided that you were ready to go, you walked out of the room, spritzing yourself with your favorite scent. You grabbed your wallet and keys, and maybe a bag. You were ready. You head outside, locking your front door and heading out to your car. You start that thing up and you drive on over to the studio. Pulling into the studio, you see these big glass doors that you were soon to walk into. You go into an elevator where it would lead up to the big sha-bang that records this children's show. It would be a lie to say you didn't get lost just a few times, but you managed your way through this unfamiliar maze and were greeted by the man you so loved. His back turned towards you, as he had a lit cigarette in his hand, he was talking to his other lovely co-stars that sure noticed you the moment you walked in. "My, who is that sweet little candy layin' in a jar?" "Oh! Uh, I'm just here to pick someone up." Joseph turns around and is immediately stunned by your beauty. "I'm that someone, y'all." "Ain't no way Joe! Ain't no way, I don' wanna believe it!" "How much yous payin' for that masterpiece?" "I ain'ts payin' nuthin! This fine baby is all mine."

"And I ain'ts believin' jack!" "C'mon let's have some faith in me." "Jojo's right, I mean c'mon, with arms like those, I know yer have some fun bein' thrown."

"Hey now-" "Aww, well shiiit! Wait, wait, where y'all goin'?"

"Whaddya mean?" "Joe, don't play dumb, I ain't seen you wear somethin' nice except ya goddamn circus attire! Ans that's sayin' somethin'!"

"Don't be so mean!" "Okay now, shush! I needa know my answer before he gets the chance ta leave!!" "We're goin' out on a 'lil date you could say." "Awh, since when did Joey get all sentimental~ Yous enjoy youselves now with your fancy dinner~" "How do you know it's gon' be a fancy place, darlin'?" "Joey brought out his expensive suit~ He's gonna eat half the portions for triple the price!~" "Damn straight." "Okay now go have your fun eatin' dinner, and eatin' some dessert later tonight!" "Hey now, I ain't leavin' yet, not when I haven't flaunted my ring!" He pulls you beside him, his entire conversation for the next 10 minutes being all about you, how you met, and how much happier he is now that you're here. The crew teases him and asks you questions. They all seem so genuinely nice, and they all have such characteristic personalities. After your 10 minutes of fame, you were all tuckered out. You don't know how they deal with this everyday for hours at a time. Joseph follows you to your car, and he gives you directions to where you would both be eating. Sure enough it was indeed a fancy place. Joseph had placed a reservation and you guys were sat down right away. The place was dimly lit, with candles at every table. There was a dance-floor, but not nightclub. It was made for slow dancing, tangos, all things romantic and not suggestive. In front of the empty space was a stage where the music played. A classical band. Piano, violin, just relaxing. It was nice. A waiter came up to your table and you both made your orders and drinks. The two of you talked over a nice bottle of aged wine. Joseph swirled the cup around in his left hand, while yours sat on the table, though you occasionally picked it up and drank it. You guys had a nice time. Talking about work, complimenting the other on how they look tonight. It was great. You haven't had something like this in awhile and it was a good change. As your food came to the table, and as you ate it over a period of time. Joseph stood up from his chair, extending his hand out to you. You giggled ad graciously accept it. He walks you over to the dance-floor. Where the light illuminated the two of you perfectly. There was only 2 or 3 other couples on floor with you, but you guys were in the direct center. Joseph put his hand on your waist, your arm on his shoulder and his side. The two of you danced the night away, twirling and stepping together, giggling your hearts desire out. It was a sweet moment, just between the two of you. Soft music playing throughout the establishment, the warmth of Joseph on your body. You didn't say anything to each other, but nothing needed to be said. Tonight was about you two, and that's all that mattered. When the music stopped to cue for the next song, you hugged each other, sharing a long and passionate kiss. Tonight was a wonderful night. And you only want the stars to stop for it to become endless.

[nosolaceofastraightanswer]

tuamre ALGAMATION POST s3e4

honestly i was surprised by how much i enjoyed this episode. i think it had a lot of great character interactions.

i have so many thoughts about stanley. i don’t listen to the haters (lighthearted, everyone is entitled to their opinion) who say he’s annoying. blorbo rant below 😌

he’s canonically twelve. 12yo kids are just like that some times. i think he has charm!!

they actually let us see him have a personality, unlike with harlan and also claire. if claire isn’t in s4 i will burn. something.

he’s just a little guy

he genuinely wants diego’s approval and seeks comfort after being somewhat traumatized by harlan’s murder spree (??)

he’s adorable oml

sure he’s chaotic, but tbh he fits right in with the siblings.

the little man is in therapy??? apparently? maybe? it’s better than anyone else on the show and god know they need it

i did research for this because my boy deserves it anyway if he does actually have oppositional defiant disorder, it would make a lot of sense. the symptoms he lists matches up with ones listed on all of the websites and articles i read through

the causes are unknown, but possibilities include being neglected as a child, especially when they’re really young

:((((

he was so cute when klaus was pushing him down the hall on the cart trolley thing. THE SILLY!!!

yeah i guess i should talk about the other things that happened in the episode. as i have mentioned before, i actually enjoy the founder!five twist. i also have an enormously complex (at least for a tumblr post) theory for the commission and how their powers work in general. if we learn more in s4, it could just become an au though so we’ll see.

honestly i’m really enjoying allison’s arc this season. ik she got a lot of hate for it for a lot of reasons, and i can admit (besides a LOT of reasons) it’s very jarring.

lila :)))

[smallsinger5901]

personal favourite and least favourite parts of the live action avatar

this isnt going to be discussing the acting or visuals (for the sake of acting and visuals) because they arent relevant to the plot, and are generally good imo except for some mismatched tone. These are my personal top and bottom three picks! (Spoilers)

3rd favourite: zuko’s temper tantrum after losing the notebook is both funny and heartbreaking. It really makes him look so young and the way iroh tries to calm him is so :(

2nd: aang and zuko’s talk after the blue spirit. Aangs hopefulness combined with the way Zuko keeps reminding himself he’s talking to the enemy (and trying to act mad again) makes this one of my favourite scenes

1st: finding out the crew is the 41st. Oml. The gasp I gusped when i watched it for the first was crazy. The way zuko just stares and is unresponsive until ozai gets there and even then he barely talks at all, and cutting back to the boat and jee being shocked and zuko walking down between them super confused is absolutely amazing.

honorable mention to the soldiers taking iroh to the pit letting out their frustration because even though it sucks to see a character i love get hurt, he really deserves it. His time as a war criminal needed addressing and this was a good way to go about it

oh, and i love giving omashu to the sapphic lol

now for the bad news!

3rd worst: the momo fucking dies scene. Okay, he doesnt fully die but having to randomly put him in the spirit oasis just so they have a reason to go there is so contrived and random

2nd: hahn being a good guy… why. Hes a totally different character, and its so jarring to hear everyone complimenting him and saying how much of a great guy he is. why not just make him a new character?

1st: Bumi- all of Bumi. That whole time i was just shouting at my screen because once again THATS NOT BUMI! THATS SOME OTHER GUY! I know he’s supposed to be angry at Aang for leaving, but trying to shoehorn in the original scenes with this new, angry character feels so wrong.

and a confused mention to Iroh fucking murdering Zhao. I think it has some real potential if they address it properly in the next season (assuming they get renewed, and i really do hope they do) but it might just tarnish his character. Iroh’s never a pacifist, but actual murder by one of the primary characters is really shocking and makes me feel conflicted. It would have been nice to give the ocean its revenge but its not awful to show Iroh’s priority always being zuko, either.

[sleepiereblogs]

Mmmmmm so good as per usual.

This took me for a trip, with the fading memories flashing in and out. The quote at the beginning was haunting, “How many memories do you think a person can lose before they're someone else entirely?" It set the tone so beautifully.

You took the reader on such a ride, like I could feel Fancy’s every anxious thought, her worst fears, and her confusion. I tried to piece together what was going on on my own but I couldn’t until you gave it at the end and it was sooo good Oml.

And the revisitation of the scene from the first chapter? Insane I love it. I almost wish we could know what they’d talked about when Fancy was compelled, now that we know they were seeing their long lost lover for the first time in years, it most certainly could not have been business.

I think the tone change was perfect, not jarring at all (at least in any way it wasn’t meant to be, Fancy remembering was a wild ride but that’s as it should be). I loved this so much!!

Fancy

Ch. 4: Black Out Days

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Vampire!Poly 141 x Fem!Fat!Reader

MDNI | cw: sickness, hallucinations, injury, some light dubcon

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: A permanent darkness rests over the city. You’ve lived here your whole life - in the slums, just another human to be pushed and pulled at the whims of the vampires that run it. Another human made to bleed and crawl their way through a meager life. Maybe, just maybe, a meeting by happenstance will change your fate.

A/N: the tone of this story has sort of shifted as I’ve worked on the next few chapters/plot points. I hope it’s not too jarring, but I’m excited for the direction it’s going in.

Your mother rises out of her drunken stupor - spine too straight and head flopped back limply. As if her hips are the only thing capable of moving and her neck has snapped at every ligament. The worn sheets pool around her hips, torn neckline of her nightclothes exposing her gaunt, bruised collar bones.

She says your name in that sickening, gruff voice of hers. A voice too exposed to the poisons outside. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth, coats her teeth as she speaks. Black and viscous. “Oh, darling, what have you gotten yourself into?”

You’re small. A child kneeling by her bed like you always did, waiting for her to ask you to bring her water or pain pills. “What?”

“It’s easier if you give in.”

People aren’t buried anymore. There isn’t room. Your mother’s urn is painfully cold in your hands. You stumble as the train lurches. A new voice hisses above you. Wild eyes and big hands that leave clawing, bloodied stripes in their wake down your body. A flash of blonde, some sort of scar. An accent so old you don’t recognize it.

“It’s easier if you give in, little girl.”

You fall back, out of the train doors and onto something soft and silky. For a few beats you stay there, in the quiet. In the dark. Comfortable in a way so deeply foreign to you it might as well be alien. Until some thick cover pulls away from your face. John grins down at you, shirtless with his head resting on his hand and elbow on the pillow below him.

“Knew you were awake.”

You rub your eyes. “Wh- when did- when did I get here?”

He frowns, a deep crease forming in his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve…” You run a hand through your sleep tangled hair. “I don’t know…”

“It could be so easy, Fancy.” He murmurs, voice low and far away. “It doesn’t have to be… this.”

“I can’t…” Something complicated swirls in your chest. A twisting of guilt and love and unadultered disgust.

The world shifts. You’re standing, now. Simon leans on the railing of the penthouse balcony, staring out at the city. He takes up so much space. Envelopes you without even touching you. “How many memories do you think a person can lose before they’re someone else entirely?”

“What?” You frown. There’s an ache in your head - a drumming pain growing more intense by the second. Your bones rattle along to the rhythm.

“It’d be so easy…”

You peel your eyes open only slightly. It hurts, as if they’ve been glued shut. An offensive light blazes in your face. It takes a moment before you realize the tingle on your skin comes from the UV lamp beside you. Did you fall asleep under it again? No matter how hard you blink your vision won’t clear. When you finally manage to swallow it feels like your throat has been lined with shards of glass.

You grope around the bed uselessly, hands unsure. The edge of the bed takes longer to get to than it should. With a low groan you crawl to the edge, barely managing to swing your legs over. Well, swing is a generous description. In reality you end up on your back on the floor, head thunking against some sort of plush rug or carpet. Your vision swims.

With another groan you slowly pull yourself up into a shaky stance. Wherever you are, it’s big. The bed you fell out of is easily a king with richly woven sheets and a thick comforter. The rug on the floor has such intricate patterns it makes your pounding head dizzy. There’s even a fireplace in the far corner, unlit at the moment.

Something different catches your eye - an item too familiar for this foreign room. Your box of valuables sits on an elegantly carved wooden dresser. Real, actual wood. You run your fingers over the strangely organic material, so rare that it almost feels more unnatural than the plastic plywood you’ve grown accustomed to in the slums.

You limp weakly toward the heavy door on the far wall. A whine escapes you as you pull it open, the heavy wood causes the hinges to creak quietly. You poke your head out, walking down the empty hall like a person with decade long atrophy. Sweat drips down your back, the sickness in your gut turning to anxiety as you realize where you are.

The penthouse.

Voices waft through the mostly open central area - deep and growling. A sound you might mistake for an angry beast if it weren’t for the intelligable words the noise makes up.

“Bloody ‘ell, Price, what the fuck?” That baritone could only belong to Simon. You poke your head around the corner of the wall, peaking into the living room where the four vampires stand.

“I know, I fucking know. I couldn’t-” An exasperated sigh. “I couldn’t lose her again.”

“So you fuckin’ marked ‘er?”

Your hand lifts shakily to the still sore cuts on your neck. They’ve scabbed over but barely. The action makes you look down at your hands - neatly bandaged. Recently, too, you think. At least if your blurred vision is to be believed.

“We’ll lose ‘er anyway if you fuckin’ scare ‘er away!” Simon’s volume continues to grow. He steps forward. John doesn’t back away.

“Guys…” Kyle tentatively steps in, hands outstretched between them as if stepping into a dog fight. He might as well be, frankly.

“You promised her you wouldn’t!” Simon’s voice wavers. It makes your heart skip, the unsteady sound so bizarre coming from him. “We all did!”

“Simon’s right.” Johnny crosses his arms. “We said we’d take our time. See where she’s at.”

“Weren’t exactly taking your time when you fucked her raw were you?” John snaps back. It’s shockingly childish and out of character for the man. Not that you would know. He sighs, rolling his wide shoulders. So much for not being angry about it.

Before you can make heads or tails of the scene playing out in front of you, your vision blackens, one leg stiffening and the other giving out. You barely catch yourself on some random side table, knocking it against the wall in the process. Despite your efforts to hold yourself up you collapse onto the cold, hardwood floor.

“Oh, baby girl.” It’s Kyle at your side first, cool hands tenderly enveloping you as he checks for damage.

“Don’t…” You push at his chest weakly. “Don’t touch me…”

“Dove-” A crack sounds throughout the penthouse, deafening and ringing as Simon’s palm comes into contact with John’s chest, forcing the man back a few steps.

“You’ve done enough.”

There’s a moment, long and silent as you watch them stare each other down. A power struggle. John is the head of the coven, objectively. The only way to change that is an exchange of power. A death. You’ve seen it out on the streets within lesser covens. Simon is bigger, but you can see the cold, dogmatic shift in John’s eyes. The look he gave you in the car. The one that says he is well and truly Right and there is nothing to stand between him and what is Right.

The moment ends when you double over, lungs heaving as you choke and cough. A slimy, viscous glob of red-black comes up from your throat. Barely liquid with the thickness of it. You fall limply against Kyle, as much as you’d rather be left in a dark alley than with these psychopaths your body just can’t hold itself up.

Someone scoops you up, pressing you tightly to their chest. Johnny or Kyle, you think. A touch so soft and sweet you might mistake it for love. Not that you would know. You’re back under the wave of nothing before you even touch the sheets.

You sit still as you can, arm growing tired of the stiff angle you have it positioned in. Laid out across some old loveseat that creaks every time you move even slightly. You don’t trust it to not have at least a little dry rot considering it’s from a good few centuries ago. One of those random pieces John hoards for some secret reason. The light positioned carefully above you feels too warm, discomfort making you twitchy.

“Johnnyyy!” You whine. “Hurry up!”

“Ye can do it, bonnie. Just sit like me.” He goes still. Inhumanly still. Transitioning from living (well, undead) being to a marble statue in barely a second. It sends a frightened shiver down your spine - the prey instinct in your hindbrain moving into overdrive.

You take a shaky breath. “I hate when you do that.”

When he does what? Has he done that before? Have you been here before?

“Jus’ be a good lass f’me.” Johnny murmurs. A different sort of shiver runs down your spine.

You recognize his room but it’s… different. Lighter, somehow, than the last time you were here. The only time you were here. The wall has far more drawings tacked to it, nearly doubling the amount and bleeding across onto another side of the room. You squint. It’s you. Well, mostly. All in different poses, some more salacious than others, each carved out with a deep attention to detail. Were… were those there before? They couldn’t have been.

Your body lights up, the room grows darker. Nearly pitch black. Your hips roll lazily. You feel… good. Ecstatic. The warmth from the light replaced by an immeasurable heat. The man below you comes into focus as the dream settles - a mountain. Blonde and pale and scarred. Part of his right ear is clipped off from a fight. At least you think it was a fight. His hair just barely long enough for you to tangle your fingers in. You’d know those dark eyes anywhere - the ones that look right to the very core of you. That know you wholly from Eve.

“Fuck, Si…”

“Tha’s my girl.” He grins. The action pulls at a scar covering his lips. “Always so good f’me.”

The hands on your waist lift you like nothing. Like you weigh as much as paper and are just as delicate. A burning fills you, a tension that pulls a grating whine from your chest.

A distant part of you remembers to question what this is. Why you’re here, with him. Why you’ve never seen his face before but seem to know every detail of it by heart. The rest of you falls into the moment without a care, allowing yourself to be consumed entirely by him and his desire. It’s all you want - all you need.

Simon’s voice rumbles in a sort of call and response to your devoted babbling. “I love you.”

You jolt, snapping forward and sloshing water around you. For a moment, you panic that you’re drowning. That you’ve been dropped into some great sea and left to flounder.

There’s a quiet rumble behind you, vibrating through your back. Simon. You couldn’t make out whatever he said.

You relax instinctively. Some unconcious part of you falls back into him. Until he runs a soap rag over your chest and you tense, clumsily attempting to cover yourself and curl into a ball. The water sloshes over the edge of the tub again. You don’t get very far, despite the massive size of the bath you’re utterly surrounded. Bracketed by Simon’s strong thighs and large hands.

“None of that.” He barks, pulling your arms back to continue washing you. “You’ve been sweatin’ in bed for four days. Gonna make y’self worse.”

Four days? Worse?

You stay quiet, limp and pliant as he pours a hefty glob of shampoo into your hair. Vanilla. Far too exhausted to put up any sort of fight. Not that you would win. It feels good, if you’re honest, the way he systematically scrubs every part of your scalp, slowly detangling with conditioner. You nod off for a moment, coming back when he pours water over your head to rinse you.

“Simon?” You murmur weakly.

He grunts.

“Why am I here?”

The hands in your hair pause. Only for a moment before going back to their gentle movements. “Because you’re ‘ome.”

You shiver, another coughing fit wracking your body. At least nothing comes up this time. There aren’t bandages on your hands, just the scabbing wounds that have obviously been carefully tended to. Even as the coughing subsides your breaths wheeze, shallow and hollow in your chest.

When you were young, your mother would set you in a cart to walk to the supermarket. The cracked streets would bump and rock you uncomfortably but it was better than walking all those miles. You always hated the market. Too loud and confusing. A maze of sterile white tile and shelving so high it felt giant to you.

One time you lost her, distracted by a massive plushie that she said you can’t afford. You’d stood there staring at it, angrily contemplating why you couldn’t afford it. What sort of societal disservice had been done that you can’t have that bright pink creature. Angry and lost you ended up wandering the aisles for what felt like an eternity. Walking through that white void in search of… you’re not really sure what, actually.

That confusion continues to eat at your mind as the aisles transition into a small, lush greenhouse. The UV lights above you would burn, if it weren’t for the large hat covering your head and shoulders. Gardening gloves protect your hands as you carefully harvest a few tomatoes. They came in so well this year, bright and firm.

You’re lost in it. The green. So accustomed to grays and neon lights that it feels unnatural. You turn your gloved hands over, palm up, down, up, down. They’re yours but distant. As if you’ve possessed some alternate version of yourself. You suppose you have, in a way, if these fever dreams are in pattern. Not that you remember the others well.

The lights turn off suddenly and you freeze, muscles tensing and hackles raising. You turn slowly as the door begins to creak open, trowel in hand. Not that it would do much against whoever has you cornered. John said to be wary.

He’s been acting strange lately.

Isn’t he always?

A hand clamps over your mouth and you shriek behind it. You claw at the stony hand covering you, instinct taking over. Adrenaline pulses through you.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me.” Kyle coos, letting you go quickly. “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t do that!” You snap, harsher than you meant. Or less so?

He deflates a bit, shoulders sagging. “Sorry, I just wanted to come in here with you for a bit.”

“Why?” You snort. Kyle is the only one brave enough to venture in. Even with an external light switch, the others are far too wary of the UV lights hanging across the roof to enter. It’s a joke between Simon and Johnny - that they’ll throw Johnny into the greenhouse if he doesn’t behave.

Kyle nods, scooting forward. You can barely make him out, the only light being that of the faux stars drifting gently through the fogged greenhouse glass. “Missed you.”

“I saw you, like, five minutes ago.” Did you?

He shakes his head. You wish they would tell you more. They always hold back so much, as if your puny human brain can’t grasp what they think. You could. You’d learn to. Even if it was some horrid, eldritch secret you would bear it for them. He pushes you back until you’re laying on the floor, slowly resting his weight on you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Just let me stay like this for a bit.”

You frown, but only move to reach up and pet his hair. It’s smells like vanilla. He stole your shampoo again. A fraction of you screams, rails against the idea of being this close to an apex predator. To a man you don’t know. Strange. You know Kyle. You love him. Both the fear and the fondness swirl together into a confusing mixture in the back of your mind.

“We can stay. For as long as you want.”

Something heavy and cold coils around you. You weren’t out as long this time, you think. If you’re even awake now. The room is dark. A pitch black void that you float in outside of the grounding weight holding you in place. That vanilla scent felt so real, still wafting through your nose. A nagging sense of despair settles in your chest as it dissipates.

“Need t’go home.” You croak, unsure of why you say it. Your tongue feels heavy and numb. God only knows why.

“Ye are home.” Johnny murmurs in your ear, voice low.

“Not m’bed… sheets’r t’nice.”

“It’s yers.” Johnny’s arms tighten around you. His voice shakes. “It’s always been yers.”

“N-no…”

“Knew it was tae soon tae bring you back.” He buries his face between your shoulder blades. “Told Kyle it’d be tae much.”

“Wh-”

“Ye make us such a mess, bonnie.” He sighs. “Cannae believe Price-“

Johnny cuts himself off. You can’t find it in yourself to argue or press. A sob wracks you out of nowhere. Something about Johnny, about being wrapped up in his strong arms sends you over the edge of it all. The weight of him mimics the one in your chest.

“Dinnae cry.” Johnny sits up a bit, running a thumb under your eye.

“I’m s-so confused-“ You sob. “I can’t- I-“

Somewhere in the midst of your crying fit the bed dips in front of you. Kyle cages you in between himself and Johnny, pressing you tightly in the center. It makes you want to thrash, to fight and scream.

It also feels so, so good.

You’re back in the slums, in your apartment, with some random man groaning above you. He works down the street, you think. Smiles at you whenever you go get a coffee or cigarettes. You stare at the ceiling blankly. You brought him here… why did you bring him? What- You hiss at the living heat of his hands, burning through your skin - gut churning at the blue of his eyes. It’s wrong. Neither bright nor tranquil enough. You can’t voice it. Can’t place it. They’re just wrong.

You catch a flash of dark irises as you take drinks to some slimy little vampire paying on credit. Immortal but still poor. Pathetic. Suddenly, though, you don’t care when he and his friends grab at you, your gaze trained on the man lounged in a booth on the other side of the club. You can’t stop staring at him, something tugging at you deep down to go to him. His eyes connect with yours, and you nearly leap with joy when he waves you over.

Except, when you get close, you freeze in place. Straddling his lap, a crushing weight lands on you all at once. They’re not what you’re looking for…

What are you looking for?

You sob in your bed late into the night, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. You’re so lost. So hollow. You don’t know why - don’t understand what changed. Some portion of you carved out into nothing. A soulless tulpa born of someone’s imagination. You can’t be human, there’s no way you can be human and this empty. A walking carcass. Not even undead, just barely animated. A puppet, almost.

It’d be so easy…

You wake in a fog this time, limbs heavy. As much as you try to will your arms to move, they won’t quite do it right. Your hands glide over the soft fabric around you, barely moving a few inches. The muscles twitch and shake. It feels like wading through molasses and with a thousand pounds of steel strapped to your back as you attempt to sit up even slightly.

“There she is.” A familiar voice murmurs. It’s soft, comforting, but also incredibly far away. “Hey, lovie.”

“Kyle?” You croak. You might as well be speaking around a massive ball of cotton. There’s something hot and wet streaming down your face. Are you crying?

“You’re alright.” He murmurs, soothing down your hair. Petting you like a dog in pain. An injured, feral animal.

You collapse back on the bed - not that you made it that far in the first place - unable to see more than a few feet in front of you. Kyle, really. Kyle is all you can make out. His face so vivid you’re sure you could draw it from memory. “Where am I?”

He pauses. “…Your room.”

“M’chest hurts…”

“I know, lovie. We’ll make it better.”

“What’d y’do t’me…?” Your vision flashes in and out. You’re going back under, as hard as you try to fight it. The edge just comes closer. You teeter on your heels.

“You just breathed in some bad air. You’ve been out for… a while.” Somehow, you get the sense that what he says is an understatement. That there are layers he has to hold back. Simon said four, you remember, though you can’t quite define if that was real or a dream.

“I hate you.” You whisper, barely audible. “I hate all of you.”

“I know.” Kyle sighs, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. “I know.”

Teeth sink into you. A choked gasp escapes your lips, body stiffening and hands knotting into some thick cloth. The pain is searing but fleeting. A part of you, the present part of you, feels disgusted. Wants to shake and batter whatever parasite has you caught in its maw. Another part, a far more distant piece of you that you aren’t even sure is you, blossoms with warmth. You melt into the strong arms that hold you against a cool chest.

“John?” You murmur. Or, rather, this other you murmurs.

A low groan reverberates from his chest to yours. Your head gets lighter, vision fuzzy around the edges. A hand clamps over the bloodied parts of your neck. Your vision fractures, partially the scene in front of you and partially the ceiling of your room that isn’t your room. Your lashes flutter and you’re back loosely straddling John’s lap.

“Yes, love?” He pants, mouth and teeth stained red. It sends a wave of panic through your veins.

You swallow roughly. “I don’t-”

Something shatters - the staccato sound reverberating through the apartment.

You startle, sitting up and throwing your blankets back. The bed is empty, room dark except for the few embers trapped in the fireplace off to the side. You don’t notice the box missing from your dresser.

“Hello?” You frown, standing and moving toward your door as if possessed by some external force. As if you at all know where you are going. Your bare feet pad quietly against the hard wood, door silently sliding open a fraction.

There’s another smashing sound. Your heart rate spikes, fear coursing through your veins. No one’s home - they left days ago. On business.

How do you know that?

Suddenly you’re in the living room of the apartment, crouched behind the couch and groping underneath for one of the silver daggers stashed around in various hiding spots. An insurance policy. Your breath comes in short, rapid gasps. You have to get out. Get downstairs. There’s security down there. They’ll help you, they know you.

How do they know you? How did you know the knife was there?

With the small dagger gripped tightly in your fist, you flinch at another smash. It came from John’s room across the apartment, another following right after. It sounds like this person (or people) tore his metal bed-frame apart. Splintered into pieces.

You take the opportunity to carefully move toward the front exit, allowing the noise to cover the sound of your movements. Damn the open concept design. You told John you didn’t like it. Breaths come in faster and shallow. You’re not built for running - too soft from all that pampering. A chubby, well loved pet. Not that you’re complaining. It’s just not the best for this particular moment.

A figure moves at lightening speed from John’s room to Kyle’s. You duck down behind the kitchen counter, covering your mouth to stifling the sound of your breath.

“I can smell ya.” A low voice taunts, echoing through the apartment. Fortunately, your scent is everywhere. It will take longer to distinguish where you are in particular than he may think.

Why is your scent everywhere again?

There’s more tearing and smashing. A door groans loudly as the intruder tears it off the hinges. More shattering. Your heart breaks a little - that must have been Kyle’s pottery. Oh he worked so hard on those. Some of them are from a century ago.

Anger begins to boil up your spine. Who is this fuck who thinks he can just wreck your home? Someone you know, for sure. He would have had to be invited in at some point. With a sneer you continue making your way through the penthouse, toward the front door. John’s going to rip this fucker in two when he gets back.

Except, just as you’re reaching for the front door, the vampire exits Kyle’s room. You meet his eyes - glinting in the dark of the hall. There’s barely a beat before you begin to rush, opening the door as fast as you can.

Not fast enough, of course. You’re only human, after all.

A scream rips it’s way through your throat as you connect with the far wall, knife clattering who knows where. Something broke, you’re not sure what. Every nerve ending seems to light on fire as you try to sit up. Your arm doesn’t move more than a twitch when you try to stand.

“Hey there, little girl.” The man pins you suddenly. You get the nagging sense that you know him, his name on the tip of your tongue. Buried somewhere under lock and key in your mind.

You thrash, punching at his chest and tearing at his hair. To no avail, of course. He just lets you, a cruel grin spreading wider and wider the harder you try to get away.

“What do you want!” You finally sob, going limp when your body finally gives out under pain and exertion.

“To destroy John’s coven. Obviously.” He huffs. “Yer step one.”

The vampire grabs your jaw in an iron grip, your teeth crack under the pressure as his pupils dilate. They’re bright - so blue and infinite and you can’t look anywhere else no matter how hard you try.

A clarity washes over you almost violently as you come to - like breaking through the surface of water after staying under too long. Everything from yo ur time under washing away, sinking back into the deep. A forgotten wreckage - old and twisted and grown over. Another lost Atlantis somewhere in the depths of your mind.

“John?” The name falls from your lips before you even realize you’re speaking, before his face comes into focus. Soft and familiar - comforting and enraging.

“Right here, dove.” He murmurs, dabbing your face with something damp and cool.

“Wh…” You swallow roughly, not entirely sure what you even want to say. So any words threaten to spill from your lips and yet your mind feels blank. All fuzz and static.

You want to beg him to let you go. To keep you forever. To tell you why he brought you here despite the ever nagging sense that you know why. Something deep in your marrow that connects you to this place - to these men - at the very soul. You are theirs and they are yours and you want nothing more than to run from them as far as you can go.

Those blue eyes focus on yours, so oddly gentle for all of their inhuman qualities. “We’ll talk when you’re better, okay?”

Talk about what? There isn’t anything to talk about. You don’t know them and they don’t know you, no matter what that tugging in your chest tells you. You’ve lied to yourself before - you’ve lied to others before - surely you’re just doing it again. This man hurt you. Marked you, whatever that means, so why do you still melt into his touch?

Your name falls from his lips, reverent and frightening. You blanch, eyes wide and mouth falling open. You didn’t tell him that. You didn’t-

“Just sleep for now, yeah?”

~~~

John watches intently as you fall back asleep. There was panic in your eyes for a moment, but your sick body can’t do much more than drift in an out of consciousness. You look more peaceful this time, at least, your breathing even and your body still. You’d been thrashing before, for what reason he isn’t sure. The lower city’s poison air does a number on the body, it’s effects only growing worse as time goes on and the pollution becomes more dense.

He did that, didn’t he? He left you and now you’re sick and hurt. John runs his fingers over the Mark, nearly entirely healed now. Just two small, faded marks that will follow you to the grave.

“I’m so sorry. I just keep failing you, don’t I?” He sighs. You always said he was a good man even when he didn’t believe it. Even with all the things he’s done. Would you still agree?

John‘s eyes sting. He’d be crying if he was human, surely.

He glances at the door. The others are out - taking care of business while he watches over you. The world doesn’t stop even when you need it to desperately. It took Johnny and Kyle nearly dragging Simon away to leave you alone with him.

He takes your hands in his, guilt wrecking him. They’re so much smaller, so much warmer. He can feel your pulse in every fingertip. Surely he’s ruined any chance to fix this before they could even try. He wouldn’t blame Simon if the man decided there needed to be a change - that John needs to be removed. He wouldn’t fight it.

John crawls into bed beside you like he’s done so many times before. Nestles under your pink silken sheets - the ones you picked out for Christmas. That was years go, now. Over two. Two tortorous, draining years that felt longer than the past six hundred.

He ran for days. Weeks maybe. Tearing through the city block by block, dodging and weaving between people and buildings alike. Speaking to anyone, using up every connection and resource he ever gained under this damned dome. It took a week to get through the sewer system.

No one knew where you went.

No one heard a thing. At least, nothing they would admit to. Even under compulsion.

You were gone, just like that.

Two years go by in the blink of an eye for a vampire. Might as well be a day, a night, a handful of hours. Time in such small increments is nothing to an immortal. Decades are barely enough to measure with. Not for them, though. Every second drug on. The days were long and tense.

A fracture formed between them. Kyle retreated into himself - quiet and frayed around the edges. Sometimes John caught him with a far away look in his eye, staring at nothing. He thinks Kyle would have been crying in those moments if he could. Johnny became far too unpredictable. Ripping and tearing any lower level vampire he can find. He spent a few months hunting Frenzies in the lower city without contact.

And Simon…

Simon turned into a fucking nightmare.

After the first year, they at least hoped to find your body. After the second anniversary of your disappearance came around, they gave up. The guilt of giving up brought a whole new wave of grief on them. Johnny laid in your bed for weeks, nearly beginning to petrify as he denied any blood. John couldn’t blame him, opting to re-read your favorite books with shaking hands. Simon fished your last knitting project, eyes heavy and tired. Kyle meandered listlessly through the house, sometimes laying with Johnny but most often sequestering himself in the now empty greenhouse.

They try to fill the hole with pretty girls that look sort of like you. Never enough and they never act like you. Too busy placating to snap at them like you were so willing to do. These others are only place fillers - something to take up the space you left between them. They could never truly fill it, though. It was far too great. A chasm that continues to swallow the four of them whole.

He’s so tired. The others were, too. Kate handled business well enough but their involvement was still required. Each issue and event weighing on them more and more. Kingpins of the city and they’ve been nearly ruined by the loss of a single girl. A single, human girl. None of it mattered in the face of what they lost.

John looks up, the pin-drop silence in the room bringing his attention back to the present.

And there you are.

Like Lazarus returned. An angel bathed in low, red light. Your hair spills around your shoulders framing that face he knows so well, one he’s held more times than he can count. A face that made him pray to a god he does not believe in every day to get back. Just once. Those unmistakable pearls grace your neck, the ruby latch glinting as you twist your neck and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be your Companion tonight.” You say so softly. Almost the way you used to, laid up in his bed, whispering about nothing and everything with your fingers running through his hair. Asking about the things he’s seen with such awe.

“What happened t’ Cherry?” Kyle asks faux casually. John can feel the tension in the man next to him. He’s feeling it out - always so good at that. Better at human subtleties than the rest of them. His dark eyes sparkle, though, with a light John hasn’t seen in so long. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed it.

“She was unfortunately unable to come in tonight.” You slide the tray onto the table. You look the same. You sound the same. There’s a few new scars, some scratches here and there. A wariness in your eyes that wasn’t there before. Damage done to your skin that could only come from the lower city air.

Where have you been?

You shift nervously. “If I’m not to your standards-“

“Well, now, none of us said that.” John says far too quickly, smiling despite himself. It might not even be you. Maybe a doppelganger. A distant relative. A clone is more plausible. “What’s your name, dove?”

“Fancy.” And oh, John is sure his dead heart comes back to life. It is you. It has to be.

“Fittin’.” Johnny says, eyes raking over you. He might as well be vibrating, struggling to keep himself held back from yanking you into his hold.

They’re all measuring you up the same way he is. Feeling for anything unfamiliar. Outside of your distant, distrustful gaze with a lack of recognition that makes his chest ache, it’s you. It’s all you.

“Do you know who we are?” Simon murmurs. You’re having trouble looking at him, only meeting his gaze in small glances. Not so different from when they first met you. You and Simon have always had a certain… connection. Not that you weren’t all close - that they all didn’t love you deeply - but you and Simon had an understanding. He wonders if you can still feel it somewhere, deep down in the back of your mind.

You’re panicking a little, eyes flitting between their faces. John’s heart sinks. He feels it in the others. A deep disappointment - a turbulent melancholy- seeping into their bodies. You don’t know them. You don’t recognize a single one of them.

It’s all gone.

“It’s not a trick question.” Kyle says gently, ever one to soothe.

“No, sir.”

John’s heart breaks all over again.

A/N: My initial summary for this one was just “Fancy tripping balls on pollution while John and co. have a meltdown”

[thatgirl4815]

Color & Expression - VP

(Ep 12 Meta - *Love Scene* 2/2)

**For Part I, look here 👀: Cinematography & Mood.

I want to start off by saying that when it comes to color, this scene is by far one of my favorites in the entire show. Say what you will about KinnPorsche’s plot and characters--the cinematography and lighting have been consistently on point. Especially in riveting scenes like this, it’s important to set a strong emotional foundation not just with the characters, but with the setting itself. 

Before I get into it though, I want to offer some links to my previous analysis of VP’s specific colors and color symbolism throughout the series so far: Torture in Ep10, Pink: Color Analysis, & Colors in Ep11 🌈

Without further ado...

There are, by my count, five prominent colors at use in the series on a regular basis, all in various shades and levels of intensity. These colors are Green, Blue, Pink, Purple, and Gold. I’ll go ahead and offer a brief explanation of what I personally have interpreted each of these colors to mean in the context of the show (though not all of these show up in this scene alone):

Green: Danger & mistrust; it’s most prominent in situations where a character is in peril, such as during Pete’s first torture scene or in the bathroom scene between KP in Ep7.

Blue: Pete; Porsche has also been connected to the color blue; it’s prevailing associations are loyalty, sincerity, freedom (emphasis on this one!), harmony, and sadness/mourning. (**This entire analysis really hinges on the fact that blue does, in fact, represent Pete as a character, so I pray to God this is the case.)

Pink: Romance & subduing; depending on its shade, it can represent more passionate emotions (closer to red) or more sweet, affectionate ones (baby pink); it’s also been connected to Pete’s effect on Vegas because pink is a lighter shade of red: Vegas’s color.

Purple: VegasPete together; a merging of both Vegas (red) and Pete’s (blue) symbolic colors; it’s been broadly connected to themes of spirituality, harmony, devotion, and peace (among many others). 

Gold: Mafia transitioning to idyllic; over the course of the show, its meaning seems to have shifted from negative (crime and duty) to positive (honesty, transparency, etc.).

*Note how we don’t see much red in this scene. Red often comes as a pair with green (see: Pete’s torture scene), as it has been closely connected to Vegas as a character. It’s interesting to me how, though red seems to coincide with Vegas’s yearning for dominance and control, we don’t see it at play much in this scene. I think this is because though Vegas is in control of the sex, he’s not really in control of the situation. No, the control lies in the hands of the man who offers him that dominance in the first place: Pete. Essentially, red showed up in the torture scene because Vegas was taking control despite Pete’s objections. Red doesn’t show up in the love scene because Vegas is receiving control. There’s a huge distinction here. 

Additionally, this is really specific and probably strictly trivial, but Vegas wears a white t-shirt during this episode, and white is typically associated with positive themes like honesty and purity. This might be relatively meaningless; however, I have noticed that he seems to be wearing it more recently. Coincidence or not? 👀

Ok, so how exactly do all of these colors function in this scene? 

Purple & Blue

The prominent colors I see from the list are purple on the left and blue on the right. What’s interesting is that the purple can lean more towards a pinkish hue depending on the angle, while the blue can lean more towards green. These color combinations are interesting, as purple and pink seem to fit naturally together with the symbolism I've described above, but blue and green are less clear about their relationship to each other. In any case, the blue is notably light in its shading, which makes me think it’s leaning towards the more positive aspects of Pete’s personality (not mourning, as mourning is typically associated with darker hues). 

We see the blue outlining Pete, and I find this shot specifically^ to be incredibly telling and effective. Pete already has authority because he’s standing up; it’s one of the few times we’ve seen him in a power position over Vegas. What’s so significant about it is that this is one of Vegas’s lowest moments; he’s been reiterating throughout the episode that everyone he loves leaves him, but here he has this man with every reason to hate him standing in front of him. Not only that, but Pete’s own color--blue--is glowing at his back. It’s as if Pete’s essence is spilling out, demanding Vegas’s attention, consuming the entire room with the only thing that could possibly banish all the darkness in Vegas’s heart. Finally, I do think the topic of “worshipping” is at play in shots like this one, because it does make Pete seem like a godly figure in Vegas’s eyes.

When Vegas pulls Pete in, he draws him closer to the purple light streaming out of the left circles (Windows? Holes? I’m not sure what to call them). Since purple is their color, pulling Pete towards it is a sign that Vegas is trying to close the distance between them both physically and metaphorically. Pete looks worried, probably thinking that Vegas is about to get physical the same way he did during the torture scene. I wouldn’t call it fear, but you can see his eyes widening at the movement. 

Vegas’s actions have consequences here. It’s almost as if by pulling Pete farther away from that blue light and closer to the purple one, Vegas is pulling him farther away from himself. And by that I mean his old self. As Pete comes closer to the purple--to the merging of himself and Vegas--he is leaving his old self behind. Stockholm syndrome at it’s finest.

This is where I see the green hue start to come through a bit more clearly (?), though the light behind Pete’s head is definitely an altered shade of blue. It’s almost like a merging of blue and green--of Pete and danger--which is...actually pretty accurate. Pete knows even before he initiates with Vegas that this is dangerous for him. But the thing is that for this moment at least, it doesn’t matter. What matters is holding onto whatever twisted thing they have going on--leaning into it, clinging to it, because it’s something they both know they need. Vegas, specifically, has just seen how much Pete cares for stopping him from harming himself, so he capitalizes on that brief display of affection. From the way he stares at Pete here, it’s clear he wants to bring Pete’s blue light towards his red one. I mentioned freedom with the color blue, and it’s certainly applicable as a key factor in Vegas’s allure towards Pete. It’s ironic, given that Pete is not physically free with Vegas, but he is more free than Vegas will ever be. I’ve no doubt Pete has a ton of his own baggage to carry, but from Vegas’s perspective, Pete is exactly the person he needs in his life. 

Speaking of this, the dialogue coincides nicely with the coloration onscreen. As we see the separation of purple on the left and blue on the right, we have Vegas luring Vegas to the purple side: “Don't try to hold it. I know you’re suffering inside. Let it out.”

(*Side note, but the amount of time Vegas spends staring at Pete’s lips during this scene...ugh.)

I like that when Pete goes for the kiss, their positions have switched. It only makes sense that Pete would take the initiative to plant a kiss on Vegas when he’s stepped towards the purple light where Vegas just was. Once again, this show is pairing the plot development with the coloring and character placement. 

I keep reiterating this, but something about Vegas having planted himself so firmly in that blue light--in Pete’s light--just speaks to me on a very personal level. 

Ok, so we see these same colors at play throughout the rest of the scene, though things get darker as we proceed (literally and figuratively...). I want to focus on a few of the most prominent shots:

Purple reigns supreme yet again. I’ve mentioned before that the camera angle gives Vegas dominance, just like Pete gives him dominance, but I see a more substantial merging of blue and purple here behind him--emphasis on the purple, of course. Everything is coalescing in this moment. All of Pete’s reservations, all the past trauma, all the hatred--it’s just wiped away. 

I do see a little bit of red on Vegas’s face here--perhaps a callback to the torture scene, when red permeated everything; however, it’s notably drowned out by the purple. Symbolically, I’d say this represents how “controlling” Pete is not a domineering, selfish pursuit: it’s something they both want, something that represents their union rather than their opposition.

Here we have Pete looking up at Vegas with a more subtle purple light on his face. I want to commend Build’s acting because his expression has gravity. He’s asking a silent question, but asking almost feels like too light of a word. His eyes are focused and intent, but at the same time, it’s like he’s not quite there--like he’s just now giving in to some distant part of himself he’d kept locked away. Not to be dramatic, but he’s looking at the face of both his pleasure and his destruction, and God does he know it. 

I want to reference this shot^ because it does allow us a brief look at the one source of the only yellow/gold light we have in this scene. I reference it because it seems to come into play briefly with the final shots of the scene:

The after shots are the only time we really get any objective lighting. I especially like it because we’ve just been exposed to so many eye-catching, vibrant colors that this break really narrows the focus on the two of them. It’s a nice reprieve for us, as an audience, having been present for all the intensity. It’s like we can let go of everything and finally breathe a sign of relief. 

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As usual, this got quite long, but this is my interpretation of the colors in this scene. Concluding thoughts are that 1) purple is VP’s color, 2) I did not breathe once while watching this scene, and 3) hedgehogs really can bring people together.

For a more complete list of other KP analysis threads, visit this post! :)

[volumes2lo-gan]

Geez!! Your wings scared the crap outta me, I thought it was the grim reaper coming to take my soul!

My sister, upon seeing my cosplay wings on a mannequin in our darkened living room

[chasingg-stars]

u have no idea how glad i am that u asked 😭 i love explaining my quirk oml

it's called ophanim and its a transformation quirk so i have three forms (normal, holy, and absolute)

my normal form is the most human-like, i don't have any special features but i definitely got that uncanny valley effect,, i don't get stared at for long bc i unsettle ppl it's really fun. my photos always end up sorta grainy which i used to hate but now i think it's really cool

my holy form is where the wings and halo come in, and it's a physically taxing process (esp my wings bc they are literally ripping from my back and new bones are being created for them) but my body gives me an insane adrenaline boost to get me through it. my halo acts as a sort of enhanced vision? so i can see invisible entities like hagakure as well as other things i'd normally miss. this process usually takes up to 10 minutes, but it can be reduced the more i subject myself to it (but since i'm not a hero course student i usually just stay in my holy form)

my absolute form means my body burns up (once again is painful but only until my halo starts to grow then the pain goes away) and my halo grows and turns into a fiery rotating armillary sphere with eyes and animal heads on it. i have an orb of fire in the middle of the armillary sphere that acts like my heart, and if it's punctured or anything it'll kill me. uhh this one will cause insanity to anyone who looks at me for too long,, any photos of me in my absolute form turn out completely black. i give off trumpetsong in this form, and despite not being loud it can be heard from up to a kilometer away. i leave a small pile of bones when i transform, and when i go back to my holy form my body will regenerate from the leftover bones

detransformation from my absolute to my holy or from my holy to my normal can only go one at a time, meaning i can't go from absolute to normal without the intermission of my holy form. absolute to holy is explained above, this process of regeneration takes up to an hour and i'm very sore afterwards,, but any scars or unnatural blemishes on my skin will have disappeared due to it being new skin. going from holy to normal requires me to remove my wings from my body (either on my own or with the help of someone else) i prefer to be put under anesthesia for this process since it's literally having my limbs either ripped off or amputated. once my wings are removed my halo will fade away too and the skin of my shoulders will stitch itself back up. my wings don't disappear once removed which was jarring at first and it's a hassle to figure out what to do with them :/

uhm this is a lot whoops,,, also i will admit i am not in the hero course bc i do not want to transform a lot

(i have a post a while back that talks about it as well as my backstory 😋 if ur still curious)

guys!! i drew my bnha dr self !!! be proud of me pls

[angelplummie]

THEIR OPINIONS ON VEGANISM

stupid haikyuu boys head cannons that no one asked for <333

masterlist

OSAMU: feels entirely neutral to it, included some vegan options in his shop to increase sales

ATSUMU: actively complains about vegans LMAO doesn’t understand why anyone would go vegan/vegetarian, “why would you eat fake meat”

AKAASHI: big flexitarian, will avoid meat wherever he can, but if it’s easier he won’t cause a ruckus, plans to go vegan one day but he’s easing into it, only drinks oat milk, does it for the planet

BOKUTO: i’m going to shock some people and say this boy is a vegan! not only did he hear it’s better for you, he visited a farm one day as a publicity event with some kids and met a piglet and gave it its milk and never looked back since

KAGEYAMA: vegetarian. consumes dairy by the kilo but says that meat gives him an upset tum tum :(

SUGAWARA: Isn’t vegan but doesn’t eat meat on week days, shops at the farmers market and only buys meat from a bonafide butchers. has SO many mason jars. always looking for new vegan recipes!

ASAHI: are you kidding me?????? if this man isn’t a vegetarian oml he couldn’t hurt a fly. not judgemental at all, tho

TANAKA: meat eating menace. waves beef in asahi’s face even though he literally doesn’t care LMAO actually uses the phrase ‘rabbit food’ when referring to vegetables. changed his ways the very moment he hear kiyoko say she was thinking about doing meatless mondays HEKEJS

KUROO; oh my god another member of the vegan hate club. goes on about how annoying they are but if u tell him ur vegan he won’t shut up about it for the rest of ur friendship. “plants have feelings too” boy i will hit you rnt u supposed to be smart?????

LEV: butt chugs Yeager bombs but tells you that it’s unhealthy to have that little protein in ur diet.

USHIJIMA: another beefy vegan!!! never really was that passionate about meat or the taste, and when he watched a slaughter house video on IGTV he gave it up for good. Says he feels more energised now

IWAIZUMI: big vegan, would never go back even tho something in me tells me that he’s partially doing it to get that tough-but-sensitive boy image and get the edge on oikawa with the girls LMAO anyway his smoothies are excellent

OIKAWA: hmm this is tricky i’d have to say an avid oat milk consumer, not vegan. he’ll try vegan options in a restaurant, and throughly enjoy it. started trying it out because of iwa (much to his annoyance). it’s that or he’s the most annoying vegan u will ever meet. won’t stop talking about it for one second, thinks he’s better than you no doubt. “is that beef? i haven’t eaten beef since i was five 😆” ok homeboy didn’t ask

AONE: vegan full stop. has chicks (as in 🐥). insulted at the mere mention of chicken tenders. eats eggs but only because their from his chickens and he knows they’re looked after well. a bit holier-than-thou but we forgive him bc he’s happiest when he’s giving his feathered children their feed in the mornings before work :,)

Hey so this was entirely random and no one cares but came to mind and i ran with it. i am 100% right no one can dispute me don’t even try. as usual, reblogs appreciated! bye love you bye!!!

[elytrafemme]

in my dream last night, all i could access on my phone was your blog, and all you were talking about was how much of a credit card ranboo is.

like not how ranboo has money, it was all “ranboo would be the kinda guy to have wacky digits on the back”

“ranboo the kinda guy you can get 5% back on every purchase (some exclusions apply)”

and this like jarred my brain so much i haven’t stopped thinking about this, i’m my dream i literally thought “oml i have to remember this for later in case i’m dreaming rn” and now it’s the only thing i can remember from the dream

tbh idk if this was about one of the ranboo characters or the cc himself, but ya know it works either way

like ranboo the kinda guy youd have to swipe three times at a gas station because the machine is acting up again

this is the funniest fucking thing i've read in a while

[epikulupu]

& 🎱 ; agh - ! so many bottles , so many possibilities :]

& 🍄 ; eep .! ty many mcyz

& 🎱 ; that is alright ! you have all the time in the world , though that is definitely a lot of terms to hand-write , mackrel ,

& 🍄 ; ;V then i hope to surprise you many many times for future times - because "i" like talkin' t'ya a lot :]

& 🎱 ; oml the same for "me" - i think UnKnwn Seloko has asked the deck abt you before on a vc in tonsina , it's the uh - fuckimng , tarot del toro deck . comes w/ me to work & back 'n everything .

& 🍄 ; shhhh nonono - worry not blog frequents - !! epiki is fiiineee don't worry about the jar- jar? what jar, i don't know of no jar for the disec- i mean. entirely whole epiki. >;]

🎱 ; maybe i will let habit write his . . . musings in them /lh

🍄 ; ofc ofc :3

🎱 ; skfdgjbhf i tend to overestimate my limits a tad /lh

🍄 ; !!! explodes into a billion pieces i like talking to "you" a lot

🎱 ; yes absolutely - idk my decks name but she doesnt like me very much /lh

🍄 ; let me OUT of the jar moli'in is gonna GET me helphelphelp ue ue ue (soung of crying)

[happy-mimin]

➪𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 (𝙖𝙠𝙖:𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧) 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣: Parenthood!

➪Contains: fluff, just more fluff yalllll, some angst.

➪Started at: 10:12 am

➪Finished at: 11:56 am

➪ April, 6 2021

➪♡︎𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠: “What did y’all do for the break tho?! I was bored than a sheep.”

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The newborn 👶:

❤︎: He regrets every day that he couldn’t be there for your first child together. Always apologized in the most disrespectful and kindest way tho..

Ex: “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you giving birth to the little “shit”. “ He would say while laying up against your chest.

❤︎: Sometimes he overthinks alot. When he changes their diaper, he thinks he’ll somehow or someway mess it up and make them cry. Whenever he holds them in his arms, Jeff would ask you a series of questions about if he’s doing it correctly.

❤︎: He would call his child beautiful and just shower them in compliments every.single.DAY.

The baby could just be drinking from your titty and he would be like: “Awww look at you! Sucking ya mum’s titty. My Lil’ cute/handsome (nickname.)

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Toddler Stage 🧒:

❤︎: Jeff made it known that his kid was a little bad-ass. Everytime when you tried to scold them, your baby daddy would come to the rescue to defend his little self.

“YOU’RE HEARTLESS WOMAN!! LOOK HOW YOU MADE THEM CRY!”

“Jeffrey woods. [child's name] have been going through the cookie jar, all I’m doing is hiding it.” Oml.

❤︎: He was so excited for their first words. Could hardly contain his excitement when they began to walk. Well...until their first words was this: "Mama!"

Jeff wouldn't talk to you after a week.

❤︎: You and your baby always gonna make fun of daddy from time to time.

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Kid stage: 🧒

❤︎: “Mama?” They stood by your bed, crawling on top of it.

“What happened munchkin?” You said while setting down the tv remote and snuggling them into your covers.

“I kinda want a brother..”, Jeff slammed the bathroom door open which made both of you jump. They looked at their father and then you before Jeff spoke again. “Get out kiddo..”

“Why?”

“You wanted a sibling right?” Jeff said while looking at you, smiling deviously.

[felswritingfire]

I NEED TAKEMARU DAD HC, TADATOMO AND XOLOTLS WERE SO GOOD

SO, FIRST OF ALL: THANK YOU, DEAR ;0; I'M SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED THEM-

AND SECONDLY: Y'all- this has been fucking sitting as a WIP in my google docs for so fucking long- I have so many others too. Like, Claude, Zab, Jacob- ALL THE TEACHERS ARE IN THERE- Hakuman, Durga, Babylon- uuuuuuhhh, fuuuuckiiiiin' TANGAROA. HOMBRE'S IN THERE AND TETSU AND NOMAD-

FUck- I just, there's a lot fjsdlkjlskdjs

ANYWAY! Under the cut for length because this- ah,,,, this is a big boy-

THIS DUDE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR ALL HIS LIFE- HE’S SO READY TO START A FAMILY WITH YOU

You two planned this out- like, in depth have planned this out because first of all, the dude made it very clear, in the beginning of your relationship, that he was in it for the long haul and he wanted a family with you, like, a horde of children. But after he made your guys’ house and you two established yourselves first

Which, spoiler, you both did all that, so now it’s either baby making time or adoption time

You guys probably end up with a huge ass family, and I’m not joking when I say that, because five children is big. But you know what, that’s better than the 15 (especially if you have to birth that many- like, oof) he was trying to sell you on tbh

Like, shit- this man wore a suit and made a powerpoint to try and convince you why 15 was the golden number, to which you responded that you’d like to have a retirement one day. He couldn’t really fight you there

But your kiddos end up being an oldest girl and the rest boys- which he loves his girl so much, she tries her hardest to keep the boys in line

WHICH WORKS TO VARYING DEGREES TBH

She’s so soft spoken and shy and they’re all… rough and tumble little gremlins

Speaking of the babies, she’s probably older than the youngest by five years; the oldest boy is a year younger than her; the second oldest boy is two years younger than him; and from there, you had the third boy a year from the second and finally the fourth boy a year from the third- (I had to literally do math to make sure I was right on that jsl;kfdjdfslk)

ANYWAY

You’re guys’ baby girl??? Absolute angel, but she had a lot of anxiety as a baby so she had to be held by one of you guys or she would whimper and cry- not even a loud cry, but a heart broken one??? It just- UGH-

The first time Takemaru heard her whimper, he just about sobbed with her- it really didn’t help that she was trying to get out of the blanket she was swaddled in, so she was rocking back and forth on her back, so he could see her little fingers push and pull at the fabric- he forgot all about the bottle he was trying to make for her and picked her up and held her so close in his hands-

He was wide-eyed and terrified he was going to break her as he just held her, but he didn’t and her sniffles died down and she sighed against his neck (he really cried there- but you never heard that shhh)

Kurogane became the favorite uncle when he gave you guys a personalized baby carrier for a little get together to celebrate her birth (they have one for all of the babies too!)

You and Kuro just about jumped when Take wrapped his arms around the man in near tears

But then the title was revoked and presented to Heph instead because the man hand sewed this little stuffed pegasus, his fingers all bandaged and he had this nervous smile on his face as he handed it to your little girl, who LAUGHED AND MADE GRABBY HANDS FOR IT???? When I say that you’ve never seen Takemaru shove a man away and bring another one into a hug so fast (Heph looked fucking constipated as soon as the impact happened- you almost cackled at the pure offence on his face)- you mean it

Kurogane was sprawled on the floor staring blankly at the ceiling until you went up and asked him if he was alright; his reply was raising his fist and declaring “This is war!”

And thus, the story of how your baby girl ended up with a horde of plushies, that she refuses to get rid of to this day began

You have yet to tell them that her favorite uncle is actually Amatsumara- you guys can rest assured that he is the go to babysitter for her because she clings just as hard to him as she does to you guys (no, you two aren’t a little jealous, what makes you think that-)

When you’re first boy is born- you two are not prepared for the mass chaos that is held in his little body- he is an absolute gremlin

You don’t even know how- Takemaru blames you; you are offended

He’s such a needy baby and he cries constantly- and then he laughs when he knocks something out of one of your guys’ hands

You two love him to death- you swear

His sissy tries to help since you two keep her right next to you when your tending to your little boy- always giving her head pats or nodding along when she softly coo about something- but, there’s only so much a one year old can do to help

But she really tries her hardest

It’s easier for all three of you when the next boy comes along because he’s exactly like your oldest boy was and your girl has aged a little bit so she can do a tad bit more than when she was younger- not much, but still

Though your oldest boy brings his own bouts of problems to the table too because boy does he want to see how bouncy his brother is

You and Takemaru both dived to keep your oldest boy from using his little brother as a literal baby trampoline. Suffice to say, he got in trouble

By the time the last two are born/come in, you guys are basically baby experts- like, hot damn, you guys got everything lined up with zero hesitation and can read the boys like a damn book

You guys immediately know what they need/want without them even uttering a cry; your daughter has also picked up this skill and she takes care of the other two toddlers too, which helps you guys a whole bunch

Oh! Oh! You’re little girl really likes holding her baby brother- like, really likes to hold him and can hold him for hours on end

She’s very attached to him and Takemaru lives for it tbh

Though she loves all her brothers and her brothers all really love her too

When the boys are all toddler aged, they will literally work together to keep Takemaru from going to work by ganging up on him and clinging to his legs; little do they know is that their papa doesn’t have tree trunk legs for nothing- so he just walks, albeit with the funniest gait because of the four children clinging to both of his legs, and just goes about his morning until he gets to the door where he begins to pull them off with one hand and lift them up so he could plant a big ol’ kiss on their forehead and tell them that he loves them and he’ll see them when he gets home; the boys are all squealing in delight when this happens. You’re daughter will trail behind the fiasco while holding your hand and he’ll always hold open his arms for you and her to rush into his arms and hug him- and so he can also give you two forehead smooches uwu

When you guys need babysitters literally the Crafters are all for it, though Heph is a little nervous about it, but Talos is literally raring to go! He fucking loves kids!

Your girl loves Amatsu, as mentioned before; your oldest boy LOVES Musashi, they get into so much trouble together, though they both calmed down a bit after your little girl almost got hit in the head with a rock and Amatsu about hung them from their toes; your second and third oldest love watching Kurogane work, like, they will actively be asking him questions at rapid fire speed. It’s honestly amazing how he keeps up with their questions while he’s tinkering with whatever he project he’s working on this week; your youngest one is fascinated with Heph himself, he’ll always seek him out, usually hobbling to Talos and asking him if he could hang out with them and Talos is always quick to say yes. At first, Heph was really nervous about having him there but over time he started to get used to his presence (and this is technically his little brother right? He has to be nice to him!) and now he sits him on his lap so he can see what Heph is doing and he’ll even let him help with the smaller stuff in the project. It’s most likely gonna be with something harmless, like a little toy robot lion tbh

Sometimes they don’t want to give them back tbh

Takemaru almost threw hands with Musashi because he hid your oldest and refused to tell you guys where he was because “you aren’t taking away our little buddy, old chap!” Turns out you kiddo was just taking a nap inside of one of Musashi’s napping nooks-

By the time their tween years role around, the boys are bouncing off the walls and your little girl is trying so fucking hard to keep them under control

You swear you guys have white hairs from the boys specifically because your third oldest came

running in with his whole hand stuck in the pickle jar- you don’t even know how?????? Takemaru literally had to break it open because he couldn’t pull your kid’s damn hand out of the jar

Oml, puberty is a trip, especially when it happened to your oldest boy: you come into the living just to see your him sitting and staring at the fire in the fireplace, looking like he saw something horrific and so, like the good mama/papa/nano you are, you come and put a comforting hand on his shoulder and ask: “honey, what’s wrong?”

To which this little shit replies in the most distraught voice: “My balls look like moss balls.”

You sit, blinked, and had to let it sink in with what he meant, when you heard a horrified gasp from behind you and you turned to see your husband covering your daughter's ears. “WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THOSE THINGS IN FRONT OF THE LADY/LADIES, YOUNG MAN.”

“BUT THEY DO, DAD! IT’S TERRIBLE- THEY’RE SO ITCHY-”

You had drowned out the conversation by that point and from the look on your daughters face- she has too

Your other three are much more… calm? About the whole ordeal; at the very least they’re not loud like their older brother is about it

Your daughter is the chillest with it, she reads a lot of books so she kinda pieced together what was happening of her own accord

The boys all cackle together when their voices crack and have made a whole game about who’s voice could crack the most

They all like to tinker with things thanks to Takemaru and the other Crafters influences! Your daughter is into intricate things, like limbs and the likes; your oldest son is into metal work, especially with swords; your second and third are both really interested in making little rockets; and your youngest is fascinated with robots because Talos and Orihime are so cool?????? Oml???

So you two got a horde of brainiacs and you’re so proud of them

By the time they’re in high school, your daughter is already wracking up scholarships for her little inventions and essays on her observations. Your boys are taking it a bit more slowly than their sister is, but that doesn’t meant that your oldest boy isn’t selling his metal works for a good price, and your two middle sons are already piecing together a little shop of their own (with dad’s help- Take’s pretty good with money and budgeting), and you’re youngest has really been brushing up on robotics! He studies under Uncle Heph and Uncle Talos and it’s super fucking cute??????

Heph is suprisingly good at teaching (despite him swearing that he’s not) and your little boy just soaks up the information like a fucking sponge.

One thing that they all do together is ask Takemaru how to build things and work with wood and carpentry- you can bet your ass he shows them all the ropes of how to make a home. He even goes over electrical and plumbing work with them. You have so many videos and pictures of them working together and just learning by Takemaru’s example- it makes your heart swell with happiness and love.

God forbid your daughter ever gets a significant other because they have Takemaru, her three brothers, and the entirety of the Crafters (and you if you're an overprotective parent) to watch out for.

They get five different shovel talks in a span of three minutes. But, ultimately, she’s not dumb with her choices in partners, so they’re most likely good people. And you can rest easy with that knowledge.

When they graduate, there’s tears for each of their graduations. Takemaru pulls them into bone crushing hugs and blubbers about how broad he is of them and how they’ll still always be his little Onis (regardless of if they’re actually Onis or not). Your girl straight up sobs and hugs her dad back, her brothers piling in the group hug, crying just as hard. Your oldest boy is in hysterics when he graduates, and your last two boys tackle their papa in a hug and they go tumbling to the ground laughing and crying.

They don’t leave right away after high school and instead, all of them find a college/trade school close enough for them to go to and fro without having to leave the nest yet- which Takemaru has no issue with, he’s very much a tight-knit family type of man.

Having a family with Takemaru is the most domestic and tooth rotting sweetness you can ever ask for. And, at the end of the day, he’s just so grateful that you were willing to go on this journey with him.

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[lovelytarou]

domestic bokuto headcanons

pairing: bokuto koutaro x reader

genre: fluff

tags: fluffy fluffy domestic bokuto hcs because i am a simp for him 🤧

a/n: nobody requested this i just can't get bokuto out of my head hngg,,, brain go brr

➴ he's super cuddly in the morning always looking for your body and your warmth as his limbs wound even tighter around you like an octopus lmao

➴ would 100% whine when you pull away to get ready for the day,,,but would absolutely get up late because of his clingy ass ksgdks but seriously it's kind of cute that he can't get enough of you and wanting you first thing in the morning <33

➴ i feel like this is said very often on here but,,,i headcanon him as a type of hugger that would absolutely hug you with the rest of his body like pls,,,he has a lot of love to give to u okay? pls accept them all

➴ loves cuddling with you ALL. THE. TIME. it's a problem. especially if akaashi is forcing him to go to practice and when you visit him at the gym he'd definitely go !!!! my s/o !!! cuddles !!! he's like an excited puppy istg i love him

➴ adores it when you play with his hair while you're both on the couch or on the bed or just chilling,,,yknow? it is the softest when he just got out of shower and it's kinda damp but it's down and he looks so soft and cuddly and handsome and just absolutely ready for you to smother him with affection !!!

➴ falls asleep on top of you. you once complained that this beefy boi is too heavy for you but did he listen? no. he loves pressing his head on top of your chest and hear your heartbeat. if he focuses too hard he'll hear that it's sync with him and he thinks it's so sweet it makes him m e l t

➴ when he holds your hands, he likes to swing them back and forth and before you know it, he almost flings you towards the fucking sky ksgdkssk he's way too energetic but it's cute. totally loves it even more if y'all are in a crowded place and you hold onto his hand, intertwined fingers and all, makes him feel like he had to protect you and works extra hard not to lose you in a sea of people he once did,,,he cried

➴ loves loves loves loves to swipe your hair away from your face (if you have long hair) if not, he likes to ruffle them like how he would in his teammates skrsjds that's how he shows affection ok?

➴ randomly kisses your nose because he loves to see your face all scrunched up from the ticklish feeling and he'd always lean back to laugh at how cute you are

➴ is suuuper helpful around the house surprisingly lmao. even a few years into the relationship he never fails to impress you and go to certain lengths just for you <3 trouble reaching that jar? dw he's got it for you. trouble opening it? he'll open it for you, babe maybe you even get to see his muscles flex too. can't sweep the dusts underneath the furniture? he'll pick it up for you, sweetheart. struggling to fix a broken equipment in the house? he'll help fix it for you although he'd probably break it even more yikes

➴ every night is movie night no matter how tired the both of you are and it's literally just a mess of limbs tangled together to the point that you don't know whose leg is whose, and the movie is playing in the background as the two of you talk about how your day went while looking at each other adoringly and listening intently to what the other is saying

➴ on the times where he comes home earlier than you, he'd spam you with a lot of chats, texts, calls, whatever. telling you how much he misses you already and how he hopes that you hurry home because if he doesn't get all the cuddles and kisses he'll die!

➴ would ocassionally wrap his beefy arms around your middle from the back whenever you're washing the dishes and places his chin on your shoulder. he loves to watch you do whatever and for him it's already the most beautiful thing ever.

➴ this might sound creepy but,,,he likes watching you sleep like the way you look so peaceful and without a worry in the world and how you just look so natural and imperfectly perfect

➴ blasts loud music in the house whenever y'all are cleaning around the house,,you both are doing more 80% dancing and 20% cleaning tbh. he'd find some hidden and old stuff from different parts of the house and he'd get distracted playing with it and tagging you along as well. in the end, the cleaning will have to be done another day

➴ he once tried to bake you something for your birthday as a surprise. you don't know what it was– a cake? cupcake? cookies? but you do know it's food lmao. he almost burst in tears when you asked him what it is but apologized to him with kisses

➴ always wants to be the one who pushes the cart when you go grocery shopping. and it was c h a o s. he'd convince you to sit inside the grocery cart after buying the things you needed he's carrying the bags in both arms while pushing you, he's so strong oml

➴ would constantly ask permission first before doing anything like holding your hand or hugging you because asking for permission is sexc ok? what if you're uncomfy at the moment? he'll feel like an absolute asshole

➴ lives off of making corny jokes to see you crack a smile at least ten times a day. your smile lights up his life and it's like his daily dose of serotonin and he wouldn't have it any other way.

➴ it was like;

bokuto: hey, y/n, can you do the thing?

y/n: what thing?

bokuto: you know,,,the thing

y/n: oh *smiles*

bokuto: thanks

➴ for the last one,,,before you both got together, he'll always notice you drinking your favorite drink/eating your favorite food and he'd (un)anonymously buy them for you and discreetly leave it on your desk or locker or have someone you know give it to you and until now he still hasn't let go of the habit and always brings them home when he gets home from practice or whenever the two of you are out ♡